| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Desolate Shore | A desolate shore, | | 38 | 505 |
| 2: | A Wink From Hesper | A wink from Hesper, falling | | 10 | 419 |
| 3: | Admiral Guinea | Once was an Age, an Age of blood and gold, | | 37 | 399 |
| 4: | Arabian Nights' Entertainments - To Elizabeth Robins Pennell | Once on a time There was a little boy: a master-mage | | 381 | 381 |
| 5: | As Like The Woman As You Can | As like the Woman as you can | | 32 | 414 |
| 6: | At Queensferry - To W. G. S. | The blackbird sang, the skies were clear and clean | | 14 | 390 |
| 7: | Attadale West Highlands - To A. J. | A black and glassy float, opaque and still, | | 14 | 914 |
| 8: | Back-View - To D. F. | I watched you saunter down the sand: | | 14 | 459 |
| 9: | Ballade (Double Refrain) Of Midsummer Days And Nights - To W. H. | With a ripple of leaves and a tinkle of streams | | 28 | 388 |
| 10: | Ballade (Double Refrain) Of Youth And Age - I. M. Thomas Edward Brown | Spring at her height on a morn at prime, | | 28 | 399 |
| 11: | Ballade Made In The Hot Weather - To C. M. | Fountains that frisk and sprinkle | | 38 | 411 |
| 12: | Ballade Of A Toyokuni Colour-Print - To W. A. | Was I a Samurai renowned, | | 28 | 413 |
| 13: | Ballade Of Dead Actors - I. M. Edward John Henley (1861-1898) | Where are the passions they essayed, | | 28 | 353 |
| 14: | Ballade Of Truisms | Gold or silver, every day, | | 42 | 382 |
| 15: | Beau Austin | To all and singular,' as DRYDEN says, | | 36 | 375 |
| 16: | Beside The Idle Summer Sea | Beside the idle summer sea | | 13 | 52 |
| 17: | Bring Her Again, O Western Wind | Bring her again, O western wind, | 1875 | 8 | 420 |
| 18: | Croluis - To G. W. | The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then, | | 14 | 352 |
| 19: | Crosses And Troubles | Crosses and troubles a-many have proved me. | | 12 | 452 |
| 20: | Dedication - To My Wife | Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs, | | 8 | 387 |
| 21: | Double Ballade Of Life And Fate | Fools may pine, and sots may swill, | | 52 | 382 |
| 22: | Double Ballade Of The Nothingness Of Things | The big teetotum twirls, | | 72 | 396 |
| 23: | Envoy - To Charles Baxter | Do you remember That afternoon - that Sunday afternoon! | 1888 | 33 | 482 |
| 24: | Epilogue | These, to you now, O, more than ever now | | 22 | 403 |
| 25: | Fill A Glass With Golden Wine | Fill a glass with golden wine, | 1875 | 12 | 459 |
| 26: | Fresh From His Fastnesses | Fresh from his fastnesses | | 36 | 390 |
| 27: | Friends. . . Old Friends | Friends . . . old friends . . . | | 36 | 440 |
| 28: | From A Window In Princes Street - To M. M. M'B. | Above the Crags that fade and gloom | | 14 | 413 |
| 29: | Gulls In An Aery Morrice | Gulls in an aery morrice | | 12 | 398 |
| 30: | Hawthorn And Lavender | My songs were once of the sunrise: | | 870 | 441 |
| 31: | Her Little Feet | Her little feet!... Beneath us ranged the sea, | | 15 | 65 |
| 32: | Here They Trysted, Here They Strayed | Here they trysted, here they strayed, | | 24 | 393 |
| 33: | I Am The Reaper | I am the Reaper. All things with heedful hook | 1875 | 27 | 413 |
| 34: | I Gave My Heart To A Woman | I gave my heart to a woman | | 12 | 508 |
| 35: | I. M. - Margaritae Sorori (1886) - A Late Lark Twitters From The Quiet Skies | A late lark twitters from the quiet skies; | 1876 | 23 | 480 |
| 36: | I. M. R. G. C. B. 1878 | The ways of Death are soothing and serene, | | 42 | 389 |
| 37: | I. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899) | Out of the night that covers me, | | 16 | 414 |
| 38: | If It Should Come To Be | If it should come to be, | | 12 | 475 |
| 39: | In Fisherrow | A hard north-easter fifty winters long | | 14 | 401 |
| 40: | In Hospital (Complete Series) | The morning mists still haunt the stony street; | | 552 | 459 |
| 41: | In Hospital - I - Enter Patient | The morning mists still haunt the stony street; | | 14 | 461 |
| 42: | In Hospital - II - Waiting | A square, squat room (a cellar on promotion), | | 12 | 551 |
| 43: | In Hospital - III - Interior | The gaunt brown walls | | 16 | 449 |
| 44: | In Hospital - IV - Before | Behold me waiting - waiting for the knife. | | 14 | 422 |
| 45: | In Hospital - IX - Lady-Probationer | Some three, or five, or seven, and thirty years; | | 14 | 487 |
| 46: | In Hospital - V - Operation | You are carried in a basket, | | 24 | 450 |
| 47: | In Hospital - VI - After | Like as a flamelet blanketed in smoke, | | 14 | 496 |
| 48: | In Hospital - VII - Vigil | Lived on one's back, | | 42 | 447 |
| 49: | In Hospital - VIII - Staff-Nurse: Old Style | The greater masters of the commonplace, | | 14 | 447 |
| 50: | In Hospital - X - Staff-Nurse: New Style | Blue-eyed and bright of face but waning fast | | 14 | 380 |
| 51: | In Hospital - XI - Clinical | Hist? . . . Through the corridor's echoes, | | 47 | 451 |
| 52: | In Hospital - XII - Etching | Two and thirty is the ploughman. | | 24 | 419 |
| 53: | In Hospital - XIII - Casualty | As with varnish red and glistening | | 20 | 433 |
| 54: | In Hospital - XIV - Ave Caeser! | From the winter's grey despair, | | 18 | 398 |
| 55: | In Hospital - XV - 'The Chief' | His brow spreads large and placid, and his eye | | 14 | 389 |
| 56: | In Hospital - XVI - House-Surgeon | Exceeding tall, but built so well his height | | 14 | 408 |
| 57: | In Hospital - XVII - Interlude | O, the fun, the fun and frolic | | 24 | 411 |
| 58: | In Hospital - XVIII - Children: Private Ward | Here in this dim, dull, double-bedded room, | | 14 | 421 |
| 59: | In Hospital - XVIIII - Scrubber | She's tall and gaunt, and in her hard, sad face | | 14 | 367 |
| 60: | In Hospital - XX - Visitor | Her little face is like a walnut shell | | 14 | 434 |
| 61: | In Hospital - XXI - Romance | Talk of pluck!' pursued the Sailor, | | 20 | 430 |
| 62: | In Hospital - XXII - Pastoral | It's the Spring. Earth has conceived, and her bosom, | | 34 | 448 |
| 63: | In Hospital - XXIII - Music | Down the quiet eve, | | 28 | 433 |
| 64: | In Hospital - XXIV - Suicide | Staring corpselike at the ceiling, | | 20 | 433 |
| 65: | In Hospital - XXV - Apparition | Thin-legged, thin-chested, slight unspeakably, | | 14 | 407 |
| 66: | In Hospital - XXVI - Anterotics | Laughs the happy April morn | | 12 | 386 |
| 67: | In Hospital - XXVII - Nocturn | At the barren heart of midnight, | | 16 | 437 |
| 68: | In Hospital - XXVIII - Discharged | Carry me out Into the wind and the sunshine, | | 27 | 411 |
| 69: | In Memoriam George Warrington Steevens | We cheered you forth - brilliant and kind and brave. | | 4 | 374 |
| 70: | In Memoriam Reginae Dilectissimae Victoriae | Sceptre and orb and crown, | | 162 | 406 |
| 71: | In Memoriam Thomas Edward Brown | He looked half-parson and half-skipper: a quaint, | | 14 | 367 |
| 72: | In The Dials | To GARRYOWEN upon an organ ground | | 29 | 398 |
| 73: | In The Placid Summer Midnight | In the placid summer midnight, | | 24 | 386 |
| 74: | In The Year That's Come And Gone | In the year that's come and gone, love, his flying feather | 1877 | 12 | 417 |
| 75: | Invictus | Out of the night that covers me, | | 16 | 514 |
| 76: | It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon | It came with the threat of a waning moon | | 16 | 552 |
| 77: | Kate-A-Whimsies, John-A-Dreams | Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dreams, | 1876 | 8 | 443 |
| 78: | Last Post | The day's high work is over and done, | | 32 | 400 |
| 79: | Life Is Bitter | Life is bitter. All the faces of the years, | | 12 | 430 |
| 80: | London Types - I. Bus-Driver | He's called The General from the brazen craft | | 14 | 424 |
| 81: | London Types - II. Life-Guardsman | Joy of the Milliner, Envy of the Line, | | 14 | 418 |
| 82: | London Types - III. Hawker | Far out of bounds he's figured - in a race | | 14 | 440 |
| 83: | London Types - IV. Beef-Eater | His beat lies knee-high through a dust of story | | 14 | 373 |
| 84: | London Types - IX. Mounted Police | Army Reserve; a worshipper of BOBS, | | 14 | 401 |
| 85: | London Types - V. Sandwich-Man | An ill March noon; the flagstones gray with dust; | | 14 | 417 |
| 86: | London Types - VI. 'Liza | LIZA'S old man's perhaps a little shady, | | 14 | 397 |
| 87: | London Types - VII. 'Lady' | Time, the old humourist, has a trick to-day | | 14 | 380 |
| 88: | London Types - VIII. Bluecoat Boy | So went our boys when EDWARD SIXTH, the King, | | 14 | 384 |
| 89: | London Types - X. News-Boy | Take any station, pavement, circus, corner, | | 14 | 383 |
| 90: | London Types - XI. Drum-Major | Who says Drum-Major says a man of mould, | | 14 | 415 |
| 91: | London Types - XII. Flower-Girl | There's never a delicate nurseling of the year | | 14 | 403 |
| 92: | London Types - XIII. Barmaid | Though, if you ask her name, she says ELISE, | 1898 | 22 | 457 |
| 93: | London Voluntaries - To Charles Whibley - I - Grave | St. Margaret's bells, | | 27 | 458 |
| 94: | London Voluntaries - To Charles Whibley - II - Andante Con Moto | Forth from the dust and din, | | 103 | 477 |
| 95: | London Voluntaries - To Charles Whibley - III - Scherzando | Down through the ancient Strand | | 77 | 417 |
| 96: | London Voluntaries - To Charles Whibley - IV - Largo E Mesto | Out of the poisonous East, | | 78 | 373 |
| 97: | London Voluntaries - To Charles Whibley - V - Allegro Maestoso | Spring winds that blow | | 76 | 380 |
| 98: | Matri Dilectissimae - I.M. - In The Waste Hour | In the waste hour Between to-day and yesterday | | 57 | 421 |
| 99: | Midsummer Midnight Skies | Midsummer midnight skies, | | 37 | 378 |
| 100: | Not To The Staring Day | Not to the staring Day, | | 70 | 389 |
| 101: | O, Gather Me The Rose | O, gather me the rose, the rose, | 1874 | 16 | 388 |
| 102: | O, Have You Blessed, Behind The Stars | O, have you blessed, behind the stars, | 1877 | 16 | 405 |
| 103: | O, Time And Change | O, Time and Change, they range and range | | 16 | 419 |
| 104: | On The Way To Kew | On the way to Kew, | | 30 | 384 |
| 105: | One With The Ruined Sunset | One with the ruined sunset, | | 12 | 339 |
| 106: | Orientale | She's an enchanting little Israelite, | | 14 | 401 |
| 107: | Praise The Generous Gods | Praise the generous gods for giving | 1875 | 12 | 447 |
| 108: | Prologue To Hawthorn And Lavender | These to the glory and praise of the green land | | 14 | 379 |
| 109: | Rhymes And Rhythms - I | Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade | | 24 | 50 |
| 110: | Rhymes And Rhythms - II | A desolate shore, | | 38 | 42 |
| 111: | Rhymes And Rhythms - III | We are the Choice of the Will: God, when He gave the word | | 28 | 49 |
| 112: | Rhymes And Rhythms - IV | It came with the threat of a waning moon | | 16 | 49 |
| 113: | Rhymes And Rhythms - IX | As like the Woman as you can', | | 32 | 39 |
| 114: | Rhymes And Rhythms - Prologue | Something is dead . . . | | 24 | 371 |
| 115: | Rhymes And Rhythms - V | Why, my heart, do we love her so? | | 16 | 50 |
| 116: | Rhymes And Rhythms - VI | Space and dread and the dark, | | 36 | 49 |
| 117: | Rhymes And Rhythms - VII | There's a regret | | 28 | 47 |
| 118: | Rhymes And Rhythms - VIII | Fresh from his fastnesses | | 36 | 38 |
| 119: | Rhymes And Rhythms - X | Midsummer midnight skies, | | 37 | 45 |
| 120: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XI | Gulls in an aery morrice | | 12 | 45 |
| 121: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XII | Some starlit garden grey with dew, | | 16 | 47 |
| 122: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XIII | Under a stagnant sky, | | 30 | 60 |
| 123: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XIV | Time and the Earth, | | 39 | 50 |
| 124: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XIX | O Time and Change, they range and range | | 16 | 51 |
| 125: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XV | You played and sang a snatch of song, | | 16 | 48 |
| 126: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XVI | One with the ruined sunset, | | 12 | 46 |
| 127: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XVII | Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook | | 40 | 36 |
| 128: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XVIII | When you wake in your crib, | | 46 | 52 |
| 129: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XX | The shadow of Dawn; | | 15 | 51 |
| 130: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XXI | When the wind storms by with a shout, and the stern sea-caves | | 10 | 42 |
| 131: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XXII | Trees and the menace of night; | | 29 | 35 |
| 132: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XXIII | Here they trysted, here they strayed, | | 24 | 46 |
| 133: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XXIV | What should the Trees, | | 69 | 39 |
| 134: | Rhymes And Rhythms - XXV | What have I done for you, | | 50 | 47 |
| 135: | Richard Savage | To other boards for pun and song and dance! | | 46 | 379 |
| 136: | She Sauntered By The Swinging Seas | She sauntered by the swinging seas, | 1876 | 8 | 461 |
| 137: | Some Starlit Garden Grey With Dew | Some starlit garden grey with dew, | | 16 | 346 |
| 138: | Space And Dread And The Dark | Space and dread and the dark | | 36 | 438 |
| 139: | The Full Sea Rolls And Thunders | The full sea rolls and thunders | 1876 | 8 | 413 |
| 140: | The Gods Are Dead? | The gods are dead? Perhaps they are! Who knows? | | 15 | 50 |
| 141: | The Past Was Goodly Once | The Past was goodly once, and yet, when all is said, | | 10 | 393 |
| 142: | The Sands Are Alive With Sunshine | The sands are alive with sunshine, | 1875 | 12 | 352 |
| 143: | The Sea Is Full Of Wandering Foam | The sea is full of wandering foam, | 1876 | 8 | 387 |
| 144: | The Shadow Of Dawn | The shadow of Dawn; | | 15 | 373 |
| 145: | The Skies Are Strown With Stars | The skies are strown with stars, | 1877 | 10 | 395 |
| 146: | The Song Of The Sword - To Rudyard Kipling | The Sword Singing - The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword | | 166 | 356 |
| 147: | The Spring, My Dear | The spring, my dear, | | 16 | 380 |
| 148: | The Surges Gushed And Sounded | The surges gushed and sounded, | 1877 | 8 | 358 |
| 149: | The Wan Sun Westers, Faint And Slow | The wan sun westers, faint and slow; | 1875 | 24 | 372 |
| 150: | The Ways Are Green | The ways are green with the gladdening sheen | 1878 | 24 | 369 |
| 151: | The West A Glimmering Lake Of Light | The West a glimmering lake of light, | 1876 | 24 | 395 |
| 152: | There Is A Wheel Inside My Head | There is a wheel inside my head | 1875 | 10 | 369 |
| 153: | There's A Regret | There's a regret | | 28 | 420 |
| 154: | Time And The Earth | Time and the Earth - | | 38 | 387 |
| 155: | To A. D. - The Nightingale Has A Lyre Of Gold | The nightingale has a lyre of gold, | 1876 | 8 | 398 |
| 156: | To D. H. O, - Falmouth Is A Fine Town | O, Falmouth is a fine town with ships in the bay, | 1878 | 26 | 379 |
| 157: | To F. W. | Let us be drunk, and for a while forget, | | 44 | 341 |
| 158: | To K. de M. - Life In Her Creaking Shoes | Life in her creaking shoes | 1878 | 16 | 378 |
| 159: | To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window | To me at my fifth-floor window | 1875 | 12 | 385 |
| 160: | To My Mother | Chiming a dream by the way | 1872 | 24 | 361 |
| 161: | To R. A. M. S. - The Spirit Of Wine | The Spirit of Wine Sang in my glass, and I listened | | 38 | 370 |
| 162: | To R. L. S. - A Child | A child, Curious and innocent, | 1876 | 21 | 433 |
| 163: | To S. C. Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us | Blithe dreams arise to greet us, | 1878 | 48 | 408 |
| 164: | To W. A. - Or Ever The Knightly Years Were Gone | Or ever the knightly years were gone | | 24 | 376 |
| 165: | To W. B. - From The Brake The Nightingale | From the brake the Nightingale | | 20 | 382 |
| 166: | To W. R. (Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom) | Madam Life's a piece in bloom | 1877 | 16 | 420 |
| 167: | To W. R. Thick Is The Darkness | Thick is the darkness Sunward, O, sunward! | 1876 | 12 | 318 |
| 168: | Tree, Old Tree Of The Triple Crook | Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook | | 40 | 395 |
| 169: | Trees And The Menace Of Night | Trees and the menace of night; | | 29 | 386 |
| 170: | Two Days | That day we brought our Beautiful One to lie | | 14 | 374 |
| 171: | Under A Stagnant Sky | | | 29 | 400 |
| 172: | We Are The Choice Of The Will | We are the Choice of the Will: God, when He gave the word | | 28 | 442 |
| 173: | We Flash Across The Level | We flash across the level. | 1876 | 16 | 388 |
| 174: | We Shall Surely Die | We shall surely die: | | 13 | 44 |
| 175: | We'll Go No More A-Roving | We'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon. | 1875 | 12 | 412 |
| 176: | What Have I Done For You | What have I done for you, | | 50 | 435 |
| 177: | What Is To Come We Know Not | What is to come we know not. But we know | | 15 | 48 |
| 178: | When The Wind Storms By With A Shout | When the wind storms by with a shout, and the stern sea-caves | | 10 | 366 |
| 179: | When You Are Old | When you are old, and I am passed away | | 14 | 50 |
| 180: | When You Wake In Your Crib | When you wake in your crib, | 1891 | 46 | 379 |
| 181: | Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade | Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade | | 24 | 380 |
| 182: | While The West Is Paling | While the west is paling | 1876 | 12 | 518 |
| 183: | Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So? | Why, my heart, do we love her so? | | 16 | 382 |
| 184: | You Played And Sang A Snatch Of Song | You played and sang a snatch of song, | | 16 | 452 |
| 185: | Your Heart Has Trembled To My Tongue | Your heart has trembled to my tongue, | 1876 | 12 | 384 |
